I'm in NetKing, and I have a tennis mini-game

call!

Done.

He threw the tennis ball up, with a ferocious look on his face, and smashed it over as if he was using all his strength.

Bang!

But next second.

A pale yellow light bloomed at Irie's feet.

"No, it's impossible."

Irie was stunned.

The whole person was stunned, like a clay or wooden sculpture. He lowered his head blankly, looking at the clear white mark at his feet in disbelief.

"0-15!"

On the high chair, the referee spoke.

The audience around them also forgot to talk at this moment. Especially the high school students, they looked at Atobe with great awe.

"Is your wife too strong?!"

The former No. 19, Gu Ji, said with his eyes wide open.

"Atobe Keigo."

Mitsuya, Hei Zenyuki and others all looked shocked.

too strong!

That Irie couldn't even touch the tennis ball. The gap between the two sides had unknowingly reached such an exaggerated level.

"The Breath of an Emperor"

Mitsuya said in a deep voice: "The ability to devour the opponent's aura is too terrifying. Judging from the data, he is now in the upper-middle level even among the elites."

Going further up, you will reach the top five level of the first team, those players who can no longer be simply measured by numbers.

Bang!

"0-30!"

Bang!

"0-40!"

Bang!

"Game!"

"Atobe, 5-3!"

Irie's serve was easily won by Atobe. No one thought that Irie could fight back again, because his current state did not seem like an act at all.

Rapid breathing.

A panicked expression.

A state of exhaustion.

The clothes were obviously soaked with sweat.

All these things showed that Irie had been suppressed to the limit. The fact that he could continue running on the court was a sign of his strong will.

Bang!

"15-0!"

Suddenly.

Atobe hits the serve.

The ball, which was a fusion of high rotation and ultra-high speed, directly scored 1 point from Irie.

Bang!

"30-0!"

Bang!

"40-0!"

Atobe hit three aces in one breath, dominating the court like an emperor, making everyone afraid to say a word.

"Irie-senpai."

Bottom line.

He slapped the tennis ball, held it in his hand, and looked at his opponent fiercely: "I have to say, your acting skills are really good. I was fooled by you for a while. But unfortunately, the changes in your bones, muscles and nerves cannot be faked."

Swish!

now.

In Atobe's eyes, Irie's image was completely presented in the form of an X-ray.

He could clearly see the other person's body structure, muscle distribution, blood flow rate, and even the changes in every inch of his bones.

Because of this, Atobe can ensure that every ball hits Irie's blind spot.

Simultaneously.

He was also certain that the other party at this moment was forced into a corner and was not acting with him at all.

"ended."

With a light sigh, Atobe threw the tennis ball up, swung the racket, aimed at Irie's weak spot, and hit the tennis ball over.

Bang!

In an instant.

Golden light overflows.

The light that represented the aura of an emperor quickly passed through the barrier in the middle, and as it approached Rujiang, the light instantly bloomed.

"Ah."

Looking at the quietly shrinking pupils in Irie's eyes, Atobe raised his lips in an elegant arc: "Even if you are really acting, it doesn't make any sense."

Insights from the Atobe Kingdom.

Swallowing the imperial aura.

Under the dual effects, it would be amazing if Irie could exert 80% of his strength.

"Oh?"

But that's it.

Irie, who had been hanging his head with a tired look, raised his head and looked at Atobe with a smile: "Atobe-kun, do you really think you won?"

what? !

Hear the words.

The faces of the junior high school students, especially those of Hyotei, suddenly changed.

"Could this guy..."

Hiyoshi, Feng and the others immediately became highly alert.

Oshitari frowned, "Is he really acting? But even if he is acting, his current body can't support a counterattack, right?"

After all, Irie is still having his abilities continuously weakened by the emperor's aura.

hum!

But the next moment.

A faint light flashed, and the golden light covering Irie's body and surroundings was like a thick layer of snow meeting boiling water, and most of it was melted in an instant.

at the same time.

Behind Rujiang, a figure with a solemn appearance and a terrifying aura suddenly appeared.

Looking in the direction of Rikkai, Yukimura reacted instinctively and blurted out: "This is. Ashura?!"

Bang!

Suddenly.

Irie fought back.

The tennis ball fell at Atobe's feet, but he couldn't even react.

"40-15!"

"Asura?!"

At the bottom line, Tobe's expression changed again and again.

He never thought that the other party could deceive his eyesight. What surprised and frightened him even more was that this person actually mastered the Ashura Shinto, a unique skill similar to Tokugawa's!

"This guy is really good at hiding."

Taking a deep breath, Atobe adjusted his mindset. His eyes regained their composure, and he raised his state to the highest level, throwing the tennis ball up again.

"No matter what your purpose is, I will definitely be the winner of this game!"

hum!

As Atobe declared his victory, the imperial aura in him suddenly burst out.

Bang!

Subsequently.

The serve flew out with super rotation.

The golden light overflowed once again, trying to weaken Irie's own abilities once again.

"Ah."

In response, the latter just smiled faintly: "It's a good serve. It can be seen that you have given it your all. In this case, I should be a little more serious!"